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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Talk My Shit |
| Aye! |
| Number 3 |
| Aye, aye, aye |
| Tigue Shit |
| Heatwave |
| They like Tigue, «why you don’t fuck with me?» (What?) |
| Cause' I don’t fuck with no fake niggas (Fuck ya’ll) |
| I rather stand on my own and be solid, cause i’m really startin' to hate niggas |
| (Facts) |
| You can sneak diss on the squad all day |
| But know that I ain’t gone' play with ya (Nah) |
| We can smoke you, get that fake out ya (Yah) |
| Forty’ll knock all that hate in em' |
| They don’t want us playin' with poles |
| Blowin' at niggas, start playin' with souls (Ahh) |
| I’d rather be playin' with hoes, bending her over, she put on a show (She nasty) |
| Dance like a stripper, but I won’t tip her, just let her climb on this pole |
| (Aye) |
| Won’t tell I love her, just tryna' fuck her, something she already know (Aye, |
| aye) |
| She like Johnny, she clapping like Bravo |
| No panties, she nasty, she think she |
| She want a nigga that lead, don’t follow (Okay) |
| I wanna bitch that’s real, no model (Okay) |
| Flyer than crypto |
| Shine like a disco |
| That’s why them bitch niggas pissed tho (Mad) |
| I be to lit tho, best keep your bitch close |
| I might sing to her like Sisquo (Thong, thong, thong, thong) |
| Play around, headshots like the (Aye) |
| All them niggas, they fake, they all props (Fake) |
| I be clean, i’m smooth, no bald spot (Smooth nigga) |
| You know wassup, I call shots (Wassup nigga) |
| It’s FGE, we all hot (We hot nigga) |
| I know you mad, cause' y’all not (I'm not nigga) |
| My flow sick, need cough drops (Aye) |
| I’m gone' do me, bitch off top (Whoo) |
| I look like Cash Money, Mannie Fresh whoa (Whoa) |
| Bling bling on a bitch, watch my neck glow (Whoa) |
| You alseep, on a nigga, get your rest tho (Yo) |
| I do me, i’m not worried bout' the next no (No) |
| If a nigga want smoke, we got the best smoke (Smoke) |
| No rebound catch a shot, take his breath, whoa (Whoa) |
| After, he gon' die, he on death row (Whoa) |
| Fuck his bitch, need a mop, it’s a wet floor (Oh) |
| Pussy good, lick my fingers like the rest gone (Aye) |
| Then i’m on to the next, like the next song (Aye) |
| Grind mode everyday until my cheque long (Aye) |
| On the road to success, GPS whoa (Aye) |
| Aye, I know that you was a fuck nigga (Fraud) |
| You don’t fuck with FGE, huh, I can’t fuck with ya (Squad) |
| I don’t do friends, that’s how my cousin died, I knew not to trust niggas (Mmh, |
| Mhm) |
| Seen niggas die since I was a youngin', and I won’t become niggas (Mmh, Mhm) |
| I rather ride with that gun with him (Whoo) |
| I’d rather up and let somethin' hit em' (Brrr) |
| Say he got heart, but ain’t none in him (None) |
| I see you frontin', can’t fuck with him (Frontin') |
| You know that we want that get back |
| Shots hit his face (Ugh) |
| Then I go chill like a kickback (Ugh) |
| You ain’t my type, bitch get back (Get back) |
| Take care of fam and get to the money, you know i’m with that (I'm with that) |
| If you ever did me wrong, bitch, I won’t forget that (Mmh, Mmh) |
| I see niggas mimic the drip, aye, can I get my drip back? |
| And if your bitch can fuck with gang, just know you won’t get your bitch back |
| Tigue shit! |